[ INSIDE- Broken down hospital wing, first floor. ] (EMOTION: PANIC) Something claws in your chest, and you feel the urge to run, to panic, to flee. It feels like something will pop out from the dark corridors almost immediately. Sometimes, you hear someone calling out to you, and it is a familiar voice. It always shouts help
This is a NEW effect and replaces all prior ones! - Mobs from the mod thread NO LONGER spawn in new threads. - Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10! - If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!
Anya wandered, lost in the mist and trying to find allies. People she knew, people she could slightly trust. She could hear whispers again.. barely on the edge of her hearing, voices would taunt and tease and mock... some would scream and cry, others would laugh... Panic was filling her now, replacing her earlier anger. She didn't want to go insane again! She didn't want het faces to come back, the voices to be louder and always there, always calling....
She needed to stay sane, stay herself. Don't listen to them, don't think about them, don't act on what they say. She told herself over and over. Just.. keep moving ,find things to fight, find people to be with... don't stop. Don't ever stop or we might want to die again...
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 39/50 Has flashlight Weapon: Fishing pole 2d6-2
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Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Special Effect for (ANYA)
When your character encounters a GM boss mob in a thread they are in (rped by any of the GMs from this event!), they may attack it. If their attack hits successfully they release that GM boss mob from its curse! Quote that GM and mention this PM. That GM's character is now no longer infected!
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 2:30 pm
You won’t find anyone~
Anya heard whispered through the darkness. Her bean of light was dim, maybe the flashlight was losing power or maybe the darkness was just more… real here. More thick. Ignore the voice, she told herself. It lies.
Even if they are here… why would they trust you?
She stopped and flicked her light around. Ignroe it. Think on other things. Like infected… maybe they’re here. Strangely though, she hadn’t really found any. Just the shadows and the weird mutated monster granny.
Why would they trust you? You killed people.
She flinched and picked up her pace, Ignore it, it lies! I didn’t kill them!
It laughed and chuckled in her own voice. Little coward is a murderer.. Such a lovely change!
Not a murderer! Not a killer! I ,…. I just … She shook her head. No! Don’t respond, ignore them!
You should kill more. Be stronger. The strong survive don't they? The voice of the man who'd been an illusion and a nightmare whispered. You did it to me... why not them?
She saw, briefly, his face in the shadows, staring at her, mocking eyes that stared right at her. You killed me, why not them?
Rorrow ran through the floor, looking around..."HITSU!!!" he whimpered. "CECIL!!! WHERE ARE YOU TWO?!?" he clutched his chest as something whispered in his ear.
"You won't find them..."
He shook his head. "I will..."
"Why would he answer you? Your nothing..."
Rorrow ignored that in favor of running further. He heard running ahead of him...was that...Cecil!!! "CECIL!!!!!"
[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate). Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:07 pm
The sound of shouting, the furious pounding of footsteps, drew Austin's attention -- dragged him down a hall that made his skin crawl and his heart pound [again] to see what the source was. In one hand, he dripped his bag, knuckles gone white with the tension of holding on. In the other -- candles, replacing his crowbar, casting wild light up and down the hall. He held onto this. Fire, it seemed, was effective against the monsters.
"Hello?" His own voice sounded hollow and distant, but without the fear that had been there so recently. He was calmer, now, relaxed just a hair, his breath coming more evenly. Sure, the hair on the back of his arms was raised, panic creeping around the edges, but he was holding onto his wits at least.
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Infection rate: 15
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Think, what can I do to keep the insanity at bay? If it’s the fog, being here would be safest right? Anya thought as she wandered through the broken hospital wing, going carefully so she didn’t trip on the debris on the ground. Can’t sing, because that’ll attract enemies, can’t scream in anger because same reason… Can’t play games because it’s not safe and there’s cards or anything… Maybe I can get some wood and whittle it down? I do have that knife…
It’s covered in blood. What a lovely idea. Bloody carvings!
Nope, no carvings! And there wasn’t anything to fight….
Oh yes, please fight. Give in to the anger and insanity. You’ll feel better! No more fear, no more doubts.
Her teeth clenched as the words slithered out of the darkness. It was getting louder.. or was it just her? They hadn’t been this loud when she’d been at the fire circle! I need to find people, talk with real people. No illusions, not mocking voices out of the fog!
She stopped when voices screamed out of the fog.
“CECIL!!” Her head whipped around; people! Real people! Right? Hopefully… She trotted off that way, her flashlight illuminating the way.
She saw the darkness lessen as another light joined it. She sped up slightly: the bad things here didn’t have light did they?
You can’t trust others… and they can’t trust you. The darkness whispered softly a she turned the corer and her beam of light fell on Austin.
“Austin!” She said in relief. She could trust this one! Beyond she saw another form, vaguely familiar… but she couldn’t quite place it. The casino was so far away now, distorted by all that had happened here in the fog.
On the edge of her hearing strange voices joined in the usual ones. Twisted and warped... it asked why they always hurt themselves. It was different than her voices, hers talked at her, mocked her. This was... weird, scary sounding... She glanced around as she approached Austin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:18 pm
"HITSU!" The longer he ran without hearing from the girl the more he feared the worst. He didn't want to give up, but what was he to think? She had just vanished into thin air.
Slowing his pace Cecil began to wander in circles indecisive of where to go, where to look. He had already ran the length of the hospital and there had been no sign of her.
"I-I don't know where to look..." He heard Rorrow coming up from behind, his wide frantic eyes turning to him. "Rorrow?" That's right, he hadn't been alone before and yet he had just ran. Ran and left them all behind. "I'm sorry, Rorrow. I didn't mean to run off I'm just.." Frantic and afraid of the worst.
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Damage list includes knife wound to the cut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 50/50 [Map:] 5/5
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:19 pm
He hadn't had any luck finding others that he knew outside, so Dylan had finally ventured into the hospital, his fishing pole held close. There shouldn't be any fog inside, but there might be other things in there. Hopefully people, other university people, or he'd even take Saul. He just wanted to see someone, anyone that he recognized.
You're always going to be alone.
He glanced around, hearing the sound of familiar sounding people. He wasn't sure if they were real or not, but it was worth a look. They don't want you.
It had to be a lie. He was wanted. Right? Believe what you want.
He shivered. He really needed to find someone, and he did. There was a small group of university members, and he stared at them. They didn't vanish right away. Maybe they were real. "Hi."
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Infection Rate: 60/100 HP: 50/50 Weapon: Fishing pole 2d6-2
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
As people approached, Austin raised his candles, carefully, to look at their faces: making sure that none of them were grey, shadowy, transparent, or dripping black ooze. None of them were -- not yet -- and so he relaxed just a little. If only he could get rid of the cold hand that traced down his spine, an edge of panic with no real reasoning --
Ah. the voice. Now he had a reason. He tried not to just give into it.
"Not really?" Anya said, a bit startled by the abrupt question. "I've been wandering around here for a bit but you're the first I've found so far...." She twitched as the strange creepy voice asked why over and over.
Were the voices getting worse since she was ignoring them? Or was this new. She looked around and flashed the light about, trying to see what was there. Was there anything there or was she just paranoid? It wasn't the usual voices... its words were too dangerous, almost like daggers in her ears.
"Who's Cecil?" She asked, it was twice she'd heard that name. Some one had screamed it earlier.. and now.. now that weird voice was asking after this Cecil.. Was this like the voice of that nightmare man she'd.. not killed. Definitely not killed. Was it haunting this Cecil and now her?
She looked at the new comer and offered a wan smile. "Hey." He looked like she felt.. needing people, real things, around her.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:36 pm
After a while of sitting around the campfire, nursing his wounds and staring aimlessly into the blaze- Scott finally pulls himself up and makes his way back to the hospital; deciding that, maybe, there was something within it that he was supposed to find even despite the psychological terror being within it caused. Maybe the fog outside was a trap, something used to ensnare and inspire despair. A limbo of sorts; while the hospital held the true secrets. Had he been playing into the hands of whatever master watched over, laughing maliciously at Scott's stupidity? Toying with his emotions, begging him to give up and give in?
Or was Scott just slowly losing his sanity? Scrabbling to come up with some sort of reason behind the madness? Either way, he would get nothing done unless he did something. As soon as Scott makes it to the first floor's wing, Scott shivers as a voice echos through the dark halls. He blinks in the dim light; taking in the forms of others... students. "Hello?" he asks, walking into the light of one of their candles. "This is the most people I've seen in one place since I got here... has anyone seen Corey, or Charlie?"
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HP: 41/50 Base Attack Dice: 2d4-2 (Knife) Base Defending Dice: 1d6
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Appearing abruptly behind austin, a heavy leather-like feel brushing against him. Clawed fingers brushed against his shoulders, leaving the faintest black residue behind. As long as he didn't touch it, he wound be fine.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 19/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head. How to Repel: This time he will auto flee at 13 DMG. If it goes over it won't hit, he will auto vanish at 13 DMG.
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It austin touches the black ichor he will get +10 Infection, otherwise it can just stay on his shirt HAHAhahah
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 39-5= 34/50 DAMAGE: 9-2= 7 (Boss at 12 HP) Has flashlight Weapon: Fishing pole 2d6-2
IT SAID HER NAME. She flinched and grabbed the fishing pole with her knife attached the end of it (better weapon yes?) IT SAID HER NAME!
And then the strange monster appeared. Familiar yet she couldn't quite place it, not in the flickering light of Austin's candles. She flung the pole out, aiming for the head as it reached out to touch Austin.
"Watch out Austin! Its behind you!" She called as the knife went whizzing over his shoulder.
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Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Special Effect for (ANYA) NOT IN USE ATM (used it once and I think its a one shot power) When your character encounters a GM boss mob in a thread they are in (rped by any of the GMs from this event!), they may attack it. If their attack hits successfully they release that GM boss mob from its curse! Quote that GM and mention this PM. That GM's character is now no longer infected!
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Austin let out a sharp noise that could, potentially, be called a scream, except it certainly wasn't, because he was much too masculine for that. His response to the touch was sudden and violent: a pivot that brought the flames up near Charlie's face, scorching skin and fur alike, even as he stumbled back away.
Austin could feel wetness on the back of his shirt and, shuddering, he fought the urge to touch it and see if it was his blood or something else entirely.
